The vivid autumn does not bring sadness
yet I am brokenhearted
the cool breezes and setting sun
those inspirations have parted

When this season decides to end
there is no need to care
as I see no message of wintery days
and a blizzard’s icy stare

The final peace of the golden maples
leaves fluttering goodbye
the savoury smells of my memories
are in their final fly

Celebration clamouring all around
giving thanks for many things
I sit, tossing stones
imagining the fate of rings

Carry on, dear friend
in this nameless walk through mortality
I hear your meaningless voice
as humanities hopeless modality